The nurse reached the couch as soon as he, and thrust the globule into his hand.
Crushing it in his handkerchief, he passed it before the child's nostrils, and with a little fluttering breath the brown eyes opened.
"I guess—I—was—a little tired," Polly said brokenly.
"You were faint—that's all. Don't try to talk."
Miss Price brought some medicine in a glass, and Polly obediently swallowed the draught.
"Is she all right now?" whispered Mrs. Leonard, who had been standing back, frantically clasping and unclasping her nervous little hands.
The nurse nodded. "For a minute I was afraid—she is not very strong; but it was only a faint."
"If anything had happened, I should never forgiven myself for letting her sing so long! But did n't he go off to sleep beautifully. Just look at him—still as a mouse!" And the two moved nearer the bed.
Polly went upstairs in Dr. Dudley's arms.
"I can—walk," she murmured.